#godbless
You should never hate yourself.
You should never sit in a crowded room and feel lonely.
You should never feel abandoned in a group of friends.
You should never change yourself because of other people's opinions.
You should never think you are not enough.
Please don't hate yourself.
Please don't feel lonely.
Please don't feel like an outcast.
Please be yourself.
Please, you are enough.
Please.
If you ever think no one loves you,
just know that the King of kings, the Lord of lords, loves you so much.
But I know sometimes you will feel this way.
I understand, but maybe I don't.
Just, please.
Don't hurt yourself.
In any way.
Please.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
The Fillmore
It’s cold these days,
just ask a stranger,
saw a show tonight at The Fillmore,
Dave Chapelle with John Mayer,
Dave mentioned the show,
when I saw him at The SF MOMA,
John signed my Frieda poetry book,
that I got today from The SF MOMA,
how am I so in the In Scene,
yet at the same time such a Goner,
come on we’re,
trying to make Greatness,
so there’s no time for the Procrastinators,
and all of their lateness,
got Volume 2,
of The HH Trilogy,
coming soon,
5/5/17,
thought I’d put you on notice,
I’ve noticed,
they’ve noticed me,
more than they used to,
before The Trilogies,
came back to America,
from a few months in Australia,
now I find when I go out,
people recognize me,
not sure when it happened,
when my works became bigger than me,
all I know is it happened,
now people approach me like they know me,
“Haven’t I seen you before?”,
that’s a common one,
I guess I’m somewhere between,
Famous as Fck,
and quasi-obsolete,
I’ll probably be,
gone but not forgotten,
pardon me,
I’m lost it happens often,
caught up in the moment,
high off life and coughin’,
in the light trying to focus,
off my head and on one,
God ****
God blessed,
on with the show,
and off with his head,
and that’s cold,
cold as a guillotine’s steel,
cold as Chicago in the winter,
when it’s 20˚ below before the wind chill,
for real,
it’s cold these days,
just ask a stranger,
saw a show tonight at The Fillmore,
Dave Chapelle with John Mayer,
Dave mentioned the show,
when I saw him at The SF MOMA,
John signed my Frieda poetry book,
that I got today from The SF MOMA,
how am I so in the In Scene,
yet at the same time such a Goner,
come on we’re,
trying to make Greatness,
so there’s no time for the Procrastinators,
and all of their lateness,
got Volume 2,
of The HH Trilogy,
coming soon,
5/5/17…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
author of multiple best selling poetry books and publisher of more poems than any other living poet.
∆
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
God Exists
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
Sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
For example,
I was on the train,
to Luxor from Cairo,
Aaron Lux headed to Luxor,
it only makes sense,
on the train I met an Egyptian man,
and I took this as divine intervention because I don’t believe in coincidences,
he worked/works for the United Nations,
as an assistant for economic development,
his English was perfect,
better than most Americans I know,
and we talked on that train ride,
to Luxor from Cairo,
once we arrived in Luxor,
we both parted ways,
but we made a plan,
to meet up the next day,
and we did and we went,
to dinner I brought a random Japanese girl,
we ate camel on a rooftop,
overlooking the Luxor Temple,
in the distance,
the lights of The Valley of The Kings,
reflected on caves of tombs such as King Tut’s you know what,
sometimes seeing death reminds me of being life,
and being life reminds me that God exists omnipresent in all things.
God exists.
We talked,
on that rooftop overlooking Luxor Temple,
we talked about philosophy and religion and politics,
and also about some new stuff,
such as the Arab Spring,
and each other’s family,
I told hime I was trying to reunite my parents in Thailand,
because of them together in this lifetime I have not a single memory,
and I’d like to see my parents together at least once,
before one of us three dies,
because you don’t get a second chance,
to live this single life,
I,
asked him about his parents,
he said his father had just been abducted,
by the Egyptian Secret Police,
see that’s what you call Boy Interrupted,
but this isn’t a cinema,
this a real life drama,
and I saw this young man of maybe 22 years old,
had had to grow up so quickly because of such adult sized problems,
he said he didn’t know where his father was,
he said the police had taken him just a week ago,
because his father was on the wrong side of democracy,
I guess that’s just how it goes,
see his father was part of The Muslim Brotherhood,
and had supported the Arab Spring,
which in turn had supported President Morsi,
who was elected democratically,
but old habits die hard,
and the Egyptians know that better than anybody,
not much has changed there’s still pharaohs and slaves,
this country is still ran by an aggressive military,
he doesn’t even know where his father is,
or if he’s even dead or alive,
but hopefully he doesn’t end up like Giulio Regeni,
found in a ditch with an X carved in his forehead and gouged eyes,
I,
realize,
then that I know nothing about “struggle”,
I realize then that the 1st world has nothing to complain about,
it is in that moment that reality popped my ignorant idealistical bubble,
I know nothing about trouble,
I come from a country where people complain about everything,
we get upset because a traffic light takes to long or a waiter screws up our order,
we feel depressed about nothing but we know nothing about real struggle or pain,
I will never again complain,
about being an American,
I mean my God this kid had his father abducted,
and he might never see him again,
God blessed it feels so good to be from a country with real freedoms God Bless America,
and I’m saddened and grateful at the same time,
I’m saddened because no kid should have his father taken,
I’m grateful because I was born in America so I’m entitled to amazing freedoms,
and I believe in the American Dream still wide awake in a country that feels Forsaken,
but there's no Sutherland,
in the original Empirical Motherland,
just brutal reminders resurrected like Jesus on Easter,
or King Tut's curse from Luxor's sands,
I am,
blessed to have freedoms and others don’t have,
simply because I was born as an American,
and I thank God for that fortuitous fact,
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
www.amazon.com/Aaron-La-Lux/e/B00ODPJAOK
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
God Exists
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
Sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
For example,
I was on the train,
to Luxor from Cairo,
Aaron Lux headed to Luxor,
it only makes sense,
on the train I met an Egyptian man,
and I took this as divine intervention because I don’t believe in coincidences,
he worked/works for the United Nations,
as an assistant for economic development,
his English was perfect,
better than most Americans I know,
and we talked on that train ride,
to Luxor from Cairo,
once we arrived in Luxor,
we both parted ways,
but we made a plan,
to meet up the next day,
and we did and we went,
to dinner I brought a random Japanese girl,
we ate camel on a rooftop,
overlooking the Luxor Temple,
in the distance,
the lights of The Valley of The Kings,
reflected on caves of tombs such as King Tut’s you know what,
sometimes seeing death reminds me of being life,
and being life reminds me that God exists omnipresent in all things.
God exists.
We talked,
on that rooftop overlooking Luxor Temple,
we talked about philosophy and religion and politics,
and also about some new stuff,
such as the Arab Spring,
and each other’s family,
I told hime I was trying to reunite my parents in Thailand,
because of them together in this lifetime I have not a single memory,
and I’d like to see my parents together at least once,
before one of us three dies,
because you don’t get a second chance,
to live this single life,
I,
asked him about his parents,
he said his father had just been abducted,
by the Egyptian Secret Police,
see that’s what you call Boy Interrupted,
but this isn’t a cinema,
this a real life drama,
and I saw this young man of maybe 22 years old,
had had to grow up so quickly because of such adult sized problems,
he said he didn’t know where his father was,
he said the police had taken him just a week ago,
because his father was on the wrong side of democracy,
I guess that’s just how it goes,
see his father was part of The Muslim Brotherhood,
and had supported the Arab Spring,
which in turn had supported President Morsi,
who was elected democratically,
but old habits die hard,
and the Egyptians know that better than anybody,
not much has changed there’s still pharaohs and slaves,
this country is still ran by an aggressive military,
he doesn’t even know where his father is,
or if he’s even dead or alive,
but hopefully he doesn’t end up like Giulio Regeni,
found in a ditch with an X carved in his forehead and gouged eyes,
I,
realize,
then that I know nothing about “struggle”,
I realize then that the 1st world has nothing to complain about,
it is in that moment that reality popped my ignorant idealistical bubble,
I know nothing about trouble,
I come from a country where people complain about everything,
we get upset because a traffic light takes to long or a waiter screws up our order,
we feel depressed about nothing but we know nothing about real struggle or pain,
I will never again complain,
about being an American,
I mean my God this kid had his father abducted,
and he might never see him again,
God blessed it feels so good to be from a country with real freedoms God Bless America,
and I’m saddened and grateful at the same time,
I’m saddened because no kid should have his father taken,
I’m grateful because I was born in America so I’m entitled to amazing freedoms,
and I believe in the American Dream still wide awake in a country that feels Forsaken,
but there's no Sutherland,
in the original Empirical Motherland,
just brutal reminders resurrected like Jesus on Easter,
or King Tut's curse from Luxor's sands,
I am,
blessed to have freedoms and others don’t have,
simply because I was born as an American,
and I thank God for that fortuitous fact,
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
Sometimes no matter how much you hurt someone,
no matter how hard you make it for them to live with you,
no matter how you disappoint them..
They remain by your side..
We may take long to realize it,
but this is a sign that you are never alone..
god always send someone in your life to take care of you..
Be thankful to god,always..
because he cares..
he knows what he's doing..
You only get what you deserve..
you never know what the almighty reserves for you..
Be kind to others and others will be kind to you!
Just like you never wanna be alone,
it is others' smallest dream too..
make the people around you taste that feeling of never being alone..
God will reserve the best for you..
God bless..
-Sharvish
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Falling in love can be the best of feelings..
..as well as the worst of feelings..
Love with your heart,not with your mind..
but use your mind sometimes to avoid being blind..
-Sharvish
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
I love you like the way
I first fell in love,
at the first glance.
I love you like the way
you taught me about
true romance.
I love you like the way
I remember Valentine's day with fondness,
even though all I got were
workout pants.
I love you like the way
you played Sufjan Stevens
and extended your hand
for our first dance.
I love you like the way
you always stayed
when I shoved you away,
without saying sorry.
I love you like the way
you had to walk away
and now everyday is almost the best day
and please don't be sorry.
I love you like the way
I will always love you everyday.
And pray you find every joy
and forget every sorrow.
I love you like the way
I love someone with everything,
Like there is no tomorrow.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
welcome to hell! welcome to hell!
where it may be sunny outside
but you wouldn't know
because you are trapped in a classroom
for seven hours a day
welcome to hell
where the teachers drone on like crickets in the night
and can't restart or repeat
yet it sounds the same each time
hell, where your creativity is graded on a scale of one to ten
ten being average
nine and under being a Failure
where Assassin's Creed teaches you more about history than your World Studies class does
and apparently calling a football team
the "Redskins" is giving honor
to Native Americans
please get warm and cozy
when you pledge your allegiance
and loyalty
to a flag every day to honor
your dystopian country that mirrors those books you read in English
praise your popcorn deities
but suffer eternal damnation
if you do not believe
indulge in exhausting labor
that earns no merit
take part in your anxiety
suffer through your abilities
and keep your eyes open
hell will show you a world of opportunities
giving you the unique option to hate
to hate either yourself or everyone else
you won't need empathy or sympathy anymore
apathy is all you can survive on
learn to erase your childhood
bury your life in books and dissolve
oh, and if that doesn't stop you,
try fighting!
hate yourself!
feel like dying!
but most importantly,
enjoy your stay.
you'll be here for a while.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC